First, the Harvest was learned from the moving
We stripped the bone and cut of the skin of the beasts beside
And it was holy
We tore of the nut and crushed of the berry
And it was holy
We learned then to Harvest the soil
We stamped in our desires to rip out at term,
And it was holy
We learned then to tear from the trees and the stalks
to build to a greater Harvest
And it was holy
We learned to shape our stones
to even greater grow the Harvest
And it was holy
We learned then to tear from the mountains
A sparkling Harvest, we tore their children from stone
And it was holy
We learned to spread the Harvest, to the restless sea
To tear from unfertilized wombs
Old luxuries inseminating new lands
To stamp the land and cut the rock
And we said it was holy
We learned to Harvest the man
Those that came were tired of Harvest
Tired of worked hands and cut feet
To tired to fight Harvest, so Harvest they became
And we said it was holy
We learned to Harvest the dead
For the flames of their rock was beautiful
We shattered the world for black ichor
Harvesting to Harvest
For it was no longer holy
it was Harvest, and soon we would be the only ones left to reap
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